like a thousand volcanoes erupting in my heart the lava flying high into the air red, yellow, gold; a liquid flame singing the bottom of the clouds and falling to the floor of my heart with a thud like an ocean wave cool green and blue and white arched like an arthritic's hand ready to close ready to crash ready to come down and splash the world with all abandon a well; a surge; a crest a moment in time like sitting on the grass green and spring and blue sunshine a flagrantly fragrant floral zephyr passing through the space between us which grows smaller by inches as the hours fly by until the gap is closed and i am one and done with you and this world as i whisper